“You were here first, cousin,” Saxton murmured. “If you wished to see him, or be with him, I would leave you two alone.” Qhuinn blinked. So . . . the pair of them had an open relationship? What the hell? Or wait . . . maybe he’d just done a masterful job in convincing not only Blay, but Saxton, that he didn’t want his best friend for anything sexual. “Cousin, may I speak candidly?” Qhuinn cleared his throat. “Depends on what you have to say.” “I’m his lover, cousin—” “Whoa . . .” He put his hand up. “That’s so none of my business—” “—not the love of his life.”
